Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.